INICIAR SESIÓNCHAPTER ONE“I want you to search every nook and cranny of the mansion and capture everyone. Whoever resists, kill then!” Sandro commanded his men. A guy advanced toward him, knife aimed directly fir his throat. He stepped forward, grabbing the man’s hand. He twisted it until a crack sounded. The knife fell from the clutch of the man who wallowed in pain. Sandro dropped to the ground, grabbing the knife. Before the other man could process what was going on, the knife was embedded into his chest where his heart should rest. “Bloody idiots,” Sandro grumbled, cleaning the blood on his hands over the clothes of the fallen man. “Jesus Christ!” A small feminine voice startled from a distance.Sandro looked up to find a beautiful redhead looking at him in shock, staring from him to the dead body on the floor. He got up slowly and stalked over to her. He watched with amusement as she took steps back each time he advanced. When her back touched the door behind her, she gasped. Sandro cleared
"Are you sure you want to be here?!" I yelled at the top of my voice as Angel and I walked into the club she chose for the night.It was messy and rowdy. Scents of sweat tingled with sex mixed in the air, threatening to make me puke."Are you kidding?" This is perfect!" She yelled back, already swirling her hips in rhythm to the loud music blaring in the room.I said nothing and followed her straight to the counter, my eyes settling on the mocktail the barman was mixing for a customer before us. "What can I get for you, ladies?" The man asked with a charming smile before turning in my direction. "You look gorgeous, by the way." He winked at me.I blushed, looking down at the dress Angel forced me to wear. It was a bum short and a sequin top that was ready to blind anyone who looked too hard. Of course, she decorated my face with heavy makeup. "It's all part of the fun." She said when I protested on the red lipsticks she smashed across my lips. "Thank you," I finally found my voice
The fluorescent lights of the hallway were humming a low, jagged tune that seemed to vibrate directly against my skull, a headache blooming behind my eyes as I fought to keep my gaze fixed firmly on the scuffed linoleum beneath my sneakers. My locker was a metal tomb of failed tests and forgotten assignments, but today it had been turned into a display case for someone’s pathetic attempt at humor. The cartoon was taped right at eye level, a charcoal-smudged caricature of my body that exaggerated every curve until it was nothing more than a punchline, the lines thick and unkind. I peeled it off with fingers that had gone numb, the paper tearing in my grip, and I could still hear the echo of the laughter that had followed me down the corridor earlier. It was a sound like dry leaves skittering over pavement, cold and persistent, and it burned in my ears with a heat that made my skin feel entirely too tight."Hey, Kiera," a voice sneered, drifting from the crowd of seniors leaning against
SELENEDrenched in the cold rain, I find myself taking steps towards a church. There’s a large cross in front of the building, and two other statues beside it.I wrap my arms over my chest, trying to save the face of my perked nipples threatening to tear through the thin linen of my dress.Fuck this day. Fuck this rain. Fuck the stupid man who led me out only to ghost me.My teeth begin to chatter, and a cold breeze blows by.“Are you alright?” A voice calls from behind,I turn around, then take a step back.There’s a man. A reverend father before me.“I am fine.”“It’s raining,” he argues, holding the entrance by one hand. The hall is dimly lit and I can barely make out his face, but he stands tall above me. “The church welcomes all.”I immediately snort at his words. “I am not a believer.”“You don’t have to be. You can stay until the rain drops.”“I don’t want any evangelism.”“There will be none.”He pulls back from the doorway. From my position, I can see the brightly lit candles
Anita's POVThe air was thick with the smell of money even from the distance where I was from where the annual charity event among the millionaires was taking place. From the expensive perfume to the delicious food wafting in the air and the expensive cigarettes smell, everything screamed rich.My heels clicked on the marble tiles of the hallway, the sound almost lost from the voices that came from the hall.Just before I gave the securities at the door my VVIP pass card, I stopped and reexamined my makeup to make sure it was still flawless. It still was, and that was because it was done by the number one makeup artist of New York. My spaghetti strap dress from Luxury Columnist seated nicely on my body, accentuating my curves at all the right places. The slit at the front revealed my perfectly waxed long legs that were shimmering from the effect of the glow oil. My hair was still in its perfect bun, with only a few strands left hanging at the front to fall on a side of my face that w
03.Leon Caden was beginning to regret why he gave that proposal to Helene. It wasn't because he really needed her as his staff. Not in his house. Or St his company - Eros (research names for a company that deals with adult sex toys).At first, he didn't know if he was venturing into the best of business by choosing to make sex toys for adults. But they had quickly proven him wrong. By the end of his first sic months into the business, his company has risen as one of the top twenty in the world. That has been his motivation since the last four years after that dreadful incident with Tracy happened.Tracy!He hasn't thought about her since he moved into Oklahoma City about a month ago. His thoughts took a downward spiral as his mistake burned and regret tasted as acid and as fresh as the day the disaster struck. She was an emotionally manipulative, lying about a lot of things that he thought he had been wise enough not to rise to the bait.If only he didn't listen to her that day...







